~A New Posse~

[Lathros 377]

A group of males walks up along the shoreline, curiously walking and talking. One of the persons looks more "important" than the rest. . . They walk up, to leave the shore. After a half hour they stumble across a road. The more important one flags a man down, yelling and shouting at him. When the man looks over at the assumed looney the main "leader" giggles and shakes his hands looking at the others and begins to whisper "We got one!" Turning around now facing the annoyed man he squats down and pats his knees, as you would a puppy. The man now looking very annoyed begings to walk over, the leader turns and repeats his previous actions to his group. Yet, turning to the man now face to face he talks im a very slow, robltice, and precise manner. It still so happens that this group seems to have a Spanish/italian accent, making them harder to understand. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I AM SAYING?" The man hits his palm to his forehead very hard. The leader of thr group turns to a man on his right, now speaking clearly and normal/fast speed, "Take note Martin Alonzo Pinzon," giggling to himself he then shortly sourts out "MAP." The whole group bursts into laughter "BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Martin nods and replies "Sure thing, Christopher!" Turning back to the man whose forehead is read, Christopher wipes a tear from his eye, "Oh mamma mia, that was a good one." Patting himself on his back he begins talking to himself "Good one me!"

The man annoyedly spurts out and hisses between his clenched teeth "YES I CAN UNDERSTAND YOU! I AM A MAN OF WISDOM AND INTELLIGENCE, DONT MISTAKE ME FOR A PIG!" Chris nods slowly and turns to Martin, "Day 1, natives are prone to anger. Seemingly dangerous do not provoke unless ready for your ears to be burst with rage filled words." Chris turns to the man, and still speaks slowly and percisely "WHAT IS YOUR NAME, FRIEND?" The man sighs and hits his head again "It doesn't matter, who are you?" Chris begins speaking normally finally getting some sense through his thick skull "I am Colombus," he pauses for dramatic effect "Christopher Columbus!" "Alright, and what are you doing here, on Anthos?" Christopher gasps, putting his hand to his mouth "MARTIN! Did you hear that? We're on Anthos! ANTHOS!" Martin gasps after hearing what Christopher said. Christopher walks up to a conviently place placed large rock and sets his foot upon it "I claim this land in the name of me!" The annoyed man walks off muttering about how he thinks they consume way too much cactus green, which however they don't. All the while Martin claps loudly and looks proud.

((Chris and his posse set sail from Anthos and ran into a different spot, not knowing it was the same they were convinced it was someplace else. Martin & I will be on either late Sunday, or late Monday. So, HOLD ONTO YOUR BUTTOCKS! Lore members, PM me if you have any problemos~

[Hanrahan 2983]

(( +1. I LOVE THIS. I can see this ending hilariously. ))

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.